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So I went to this class last night… okay, it wasn’t a “class.” It was a small gathering of women sipping prosecco and savoring friendship, toasting creativity and celebrating a particularly gifted... |
 Amidst the swirling storm clouds and driving rain, this one got right to the heart of our creative spirits. Then again, that's very much Stephanie's specialty. Add in the brilliant poem by local 8th... |
Is it irony or divine comedy that “back to school” always coincides with hurricanes brewing? Just as the kids get squished back into blessed routine, the tropics churn up their unruly... |
Our packed-to-the-gills minivan is finally unloaded, our week of family vacation to the Outer Banks officially over. This weekend’s finale nine-hour drive down the two-lane roads of eastern North... |
I cannot think of one aspect of life in Charleston, South Carolina, that is not affected, enriched, enlivened, or indebted to what we so cavalierly refer to as “the arts.”
Maybe if we called... |
Dragonfly CourierRenae Brabham
Capricious Notions
My desire
Whimsy strummed by
Heartstrings lyre
Common Darners
Flight of Fancy
Helicopter my romancing
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Last night’s Sundown Poetry series featured Katherine Williams, reading to a packed Dock Street courtyard. There’s no place more magical than that courtyard—framed in terra cotta roof tiles and old... |
Now that Peeps have had their moment of fluffy artificial glory and jelly beans are half-price at CVS, it’s time to bite into something beyond a sugar high, so why not a real Whitman’s... |
 It's a perfect day in Charleston. A Sunday, with Tarheel blue skies, bright spring sunshine percolating up to 80 degrees and way too much to choose from: Historic Charleston Foundation's House &... |
“You’d think that a lifetime spent in one town would lead eventually to understanding or at least to boredom (if those two things are not the same). That has not happened. I can still be surprised,... |
